By Tank
It doesn’t happen often, but I must tell you that when my parents leave me home alone, I freak out. I know I told you all about when they went on vacation without me, but at least then, they took me to Aunt Rhonda’s. This is different. I mean they leave me home all alone. They did it again today. Mom grabbed her purse; Dad gave me a reassuring pet as he turned on the beginning of the game. Then I hear my favorite song, The Star Spangled Banner. That usually means Dad’s getting ready to lay on the couch with me for a couple of hours. Maybe he’s NOT leaving. Whew! Then suddenly, what’s going on.!? They’re leaving… They’re gone!
My stomach begins to churn as they shut the door. I can’t believe it. I am so hurt! I run to any window I can find for another opportunity to look ‘em in the eye, and you know, get ‘em to reconsider, but no luck. I run up and look out the upstairs window. I jump on the bed and sniff around for that reassuring scent of my dad. Then down to the living room to double-check the place then triple-check to make sure I’m right, they really left me alone. I climbed up on the couch, nestled into Dad’s spot and roll into a tiny ball, not easy for this 75 pound physique of mine. It seems like I worried for hours, fussing back and forth, trying to get comfortable. Finally, I am able to fall asleep, then into a very deep sleep. I must have slept all day.
Then suddenly, I am awakened by the sound of the truck pulling in the driveway. Yee Haw! I am so excited, barking and jumping on the door. I know it’s them. I spend the next 15 minutes jumping on them and yelping uncontrollably. I am so happy they are back, I just can’t contain it. Dad sits in his favorite spot. I nestle up next to him as close as I can go. Mom’s making food and Dad hollers, “Bring it in here; the game’s just starting, as he startsw going through the mail. Dang mail; I hope it was worth the trip!
